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The dawn breeze is full of CO2,
The dawn breeze is full of CO2, And my head aches from cheap wine. Darling bolbol has a sore throat, But the Friend has laughter divine. Print Friendly
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Monkey see, monkey do
Movie on 8-19-19 at 5.14 PM Monkey see, monkey do is the usual banality. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. I can’t remember- but how do you wipe your ass? Wait- please forgive me, I don’t mean to be … Continue reading
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Gestapo In The Window
Movie on 8-19-19 at 5.46 PM We can no more escape karma than leap past our shadow: This life is the projection of the mind’s very own gestapo. The secret police document everything. In fact, they script Not only behavior, … Continue reading
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From the very beginning to the very end, the Master
From the very beginning to the very end, the Master Plays with time as he spins the Earth on his finger. All the worlds spin around the Eternal Beloved, and Are madly in love with him- The Divine axis and … Continue reading
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We wait for dawn to reveal the light of your bright face;
We wait for dawn to reveal the light of your bright face; We yearn for your flashing eye, full of mercy and grace. Wrapped in black night, we suffer our dark despair; Soon the Sun will rise and dispel our … Continue reading
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the bird of twilight…
The bird of twilight began to sing to the fading rose; by dawn his pain had brought his complaint to a close: She promises herself only when she is not to be found; and is always busy with others when … Continue reading
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The lover longs for the beloved in flesh and blood;
The lover longs for the beloved in flesh and blood; love is never so loving as the beloved’s own bod. Your absence is a tease we would rather live without; but for your presence, we suffer separation’s doubt! Our master … Continue reading
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baby ganesh bosses me about the day’s business;
baby ganesh bosses me about the day’s business; she wisely corrects me with an elephantine fuss. she is queen victoria who has taken birth again, whose commands continue to bind me nonetheless. rimpoche is an old yogi who meditates on … Continue reading
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we have opened the door to our heart and let you in,
We have opened the door to our heart and let you in, to find that we are the stranger and you are the friend. Base desire has so clothed the mind, we have forgotten our soul is beauty, but covered … Continue reading
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at kailash, the axis of the world, live shiva and parvati;
at kailash, the axis of the world, live shiva and parvati; the sweat from their loving falls as snow in pristine purity. their meditation melts and flows as grace to fill the lake of mind, which sustains the world with … Continue reading
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